seekevolution | Quarantine

Quarantine

News had a way of spreading a little too quickly. The moment Nathan had fallen at the press conference, media began having it's field day. Mohinder paid little attention.

He arrived at Odessa fourteen hours after the incident, severely jet-lagged and with a computer pre-loaded with all of the information that the Company thought he'd need. Mohinder had been down this road before, though never with such dire circumstances. The Shanti Virus was a subject near and dear to his heart, though it was far less stressful when all he needed to cure it was a bit of blood. Even though it was his own blood, at least he felt as if he was doing something.

Knowing from experience that not everything was black and white anymore, Mohinder kept his laptop and medical kit close at hand and made his way to the quarantine line with a grim look in his redrimmed black eyes. "Mohinder Suresh," he said, forgetting his title again for just a moment. "Doctor. You need to let me through."

The National Guard service man looked wary before radioing it in through the barricade. It was tense. Mohinder's shoulder bag slipped twice and he nearly dropped his sample kit. "All right, cleared to go in. Good luck, doctor."

Mohinder nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. He'd gone from New York to India and back again in two days, bringing Molly to stay with his mother. After what Sylar did to her, again, he could not risk leaving her in anyone else's care. Not with Matt gone.

Seeing the man, however, after he'd just gone off on this quest to find his father at the expense of helping him with a child they both sort of promised to look out for, did not make Mohinder smile. If anything, it only made the lines on his face etch in more deeply. He stood in front of him, looking as tired as Mohinder felt, ill fitting clothing a bit more rumpled than usual. Never mind, of course, that Mohinder had done his fair share of leaving too on his attempts to bait the Company through lectures across the globe. "Do I have a lab yet?" Mohinder asked. No greetings. No necessities. That's what happens when you abandon people, Matt.

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Matt was a little relieved how upfront Mohinder was being about it. He could do the whole dance-around-the-topic thing, but he'd never been a fan of it, and as unsure as he sometimes was with words he'd much rather they talk about this now and ... well, figure it out.

"No, I know, I know", he said quickly, wanting to make it clear that he did trust Mohinder. He'd never once thought that he'd - jump on him, yeah. He hadn't even considered that. He'd just spent a lot of time kind of confused and then after that fighting with himself about it.

He sighed and was gnawing on the inside of his cheek again, having a hard time looking at Mohinder, and so the table got to carry both of their downcast gazes.

"It's just ... um, I was freaking out a little, to be honest", he managed, sounding apologetic. "You probably noticed. A bit. It's just ... it's not a situation I'm exactly used to anymore and ... so that's why I stopped listening", he added, looking up, hoping that'd explain that. "But ... I don't know. I missed you, I guess."

He was building up to something, but he wasn't sure how to proceed, exactly, so he let that be for now, waiting for Mohinder to .. well, to misinterpret it, honestly. It's how things usually went with them.

It was really Mohinder's singular talent. He misinterpretted everything, that was likely why he struggled so much in life...and why he so gladly embraced a very simple philosophy of keeping to himself, having friends at the fringe of his life, and focusing on research.

"I missed being here," Mohinder said, almost tentatively. Matt was telling him that whatever his feelings were, he still thought of him as a friend, and it was somewhat a relief, really, even if his stomach twisted. No one wanted to have a one sided emotion confirmed, after all.

But what did he expect? Matt was straight, had been with the same woman since high school, and all he knew was women. Mohinder himself was mostly straight too. At least, he'd found himself more attracted to women then to men, but his sexuality was always based on personality. Anyone interested in him, even if he ended up exaggerating it, tended to form into a crush pretty damned quickly.

It wasn't Matt's fault. He was just a nice guy. A good guy. A guy Mohinder could see himself with and--

Stop, stop, stop, he yelled at himself, swallowing, his chin hitting his chest.

"I don't want you to feel as if you have to stunt the growth potential of your ability because of my... Because of me. It won't come in the way of our friendship, or in the way of raising Molly. Just-- Tell me if I'm making you...err...freak out."

Matt had to laugh at that because yeah, there you go, exactly what he'd expected - but even moreso that last bit.

"You freak me out all the damn time, Mohinder", he said, still sort of hiding his face a bit, and practically hearing the defeat in Mohinder's head he added before he could say anything, "no, not like that, just ... just hear me out."

He was silent, for a moment. He opened his mouth and closed it again and then threw back his head and stared up at the ceiling before he managed to start talking again.

"Okay, so ... so here's the thing." God, his heart was practically in his throat, no wonder the words came to him so slowly. "You've been thinking ... about me. And- and that's okay, it's just ... new. But lately I've been ... thinking ... about you, too."

He didn't actually feel all that much better after saying that, but he managed to give Mohinder a look that was a mix between pleading and plain uncertain. Then he laughed again and ran a hand over his face.

"And you have no idea how freaky that is to a guy like me. Like, I've just ... been going over it in my head, you know, what does it mean, what do I do with it ..."

Crazy thoughts ran through Mohinder's head as Matt spoke. They twisted his stomach and left a bitter taste in his mouth before everything dropped right down to his feet. What Matt was saying was difficult for him to understand and even more difficult for him to accept.

Matt wasn't the sort to joke with someone like this. He wasn't a cruel person. Mohinder couldn't do much but trust what he said was true. And still-- "What?" Dropping that on him felt like an assault. He had prepared himself for disappointment. Not for hope. Switching gears wasn't easy on him.

Openly staring at Matt before his gaze refocused on his palms, Mohinder tried to get his tongue to work.

"That--" he cleared his throat. "That is a conundrum. I don't-- things don't--" He switches gear to Hindi. The words were fluid and quick and though Matt doesn't understand, he didn't have to. Passionate as always, Mohinder stood and gestured to his chest, eyes refocusing completely on the other man as he took just one step closer.

"What I'm trying to say," he said in English, "is that, if you'd let me-- There's no reason we can't fumble through this too."

Matt stood too. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he had to when Mohinder did, like maybe he needed to be ready to run or ... or something else. He stared back, flicking his eyes to Mohinder's hands when he gestured and up again to his face when he switched to English. Briefly to his mouth.

"Yeah?" He couldn't mask the nervousness in his tone, but he tried for a smile. "That ... sounds like a whole lot of fumbling."

He felt pulled towards the other man in a very inexplicable way and he was balancing that pull now, not entirely ready to fall into it, but very aware of it. There were some thoughts about what to even call it - dating? - and what would happen if that ended, and some predictable heterosexual ... not panic. No, it wasn't like that anymore, but just some doubts.

But then he realized that the smile, as unsure as it was in many respects, was absolutely sincere, too. He stuck his hands in his pockets. It was almost shy. "What would that mean, exactly? Sorry, you, uh, you might want to spell it out for me."

That answer was difficult to formulate because as much as Mohinder loved to talk and teach and lecture, there was only so much that could reasonably be done in this particular field by verbal explanation. He blinked instead, mind haywire with ifs and maybes and wild scenarios, before watching Matt slip his hands into his pockets for safety.

"I'm not a social scientist," he replied. "I'm afraid I would do a terrible job explaining the variables correctly, or even meaningfully." Matt's expression was just too perfect. He pressed his thumbs together in front of him before he finished crossing the distance between them.

Matt might resist the pull, but Mohinder had just been told that he didn't have to. And how wonderful was that?

"I could perhaps-- a demonstration--?" He suggested it with a sly smile and a craning of his neck. Keeping his hands to himself, Mohinder's cheek touched one gruff with five o'clock shadow. His lips were soft when they connected to Matt's mouth.

It might not be perfect, but at least it was real.

Matt had been laughing, just a little, at Mohinder explaining precisely why he couldn't explain. It was incredibly like him to mix in some academia in a situation like this. But when he approached and tilted his head slightly like that Matt was all anticipation, and he breathed in before Mohinder kissed him only to let it out moments later in a surprisingly content sigh when he kissed back.

It was soft. It was sweet, fairly short - just a gentle press of lips at first, to test the new ground - and had Matt look at Mohinder in a slightly incredulous way when he leaned back, but he did so with a gently crooked smile.

"Okay", he said, "I never thought we'd do that." Then he seemed to correct himself. "I never thought I'd do that. You've been thinking a lot." It wasn't meant in any way other than observation but then Matt kind of rolled his eyes at himself and added a kind of distracted "look, can I-?" before he leaned in to try his lips against Mohinder's again.

To Mohinder's credit, he didn't immediately melt against the American as he'd thought he'd might. He curled his fingers in the collar of Matt's shirt and lifted himself on his toes, heart pounding in such a merry rhythme that he might just start to dance.

Matt kissed him gently, like he kissed women, Mohinder thought in amusement. It didn't bother him at all. Men typically kissed other men more fiercely. But Matt was careful with him and Mohinder appreciated that. He understood why. All Matt knew was women. One woman in particular. Learning a whole knew person? That would certainly be a challenge to get over.

Letting the older man lead would work in Mohinder's benefit. Every dance needed a leader didn't they?

Go on. Touch my hair.

Bossy, Matt reflected back at him with some amusement, but he'd already started unfurling his position, opening up his body language a bit more, and part of that involved reaching out to Mohinder. He obediently lifted a hand to the side of Mohinder's face, fingers lightly skimming his hairline before he combed them into the curls.

It was natural, after that, to tilt his head a bit to the side and follow the better angle into a slightly deeper kiss. That wasn't new, in any way. And if Matt was careful it was only partially because of the situation despite the fact that he was very aware of it (Mohinder, he was kissing Mohinder, his decidedly male co-parent) but had just as much to do with the fact that he was a pretty gentle guy unless he had a reason to lash out.

He didn't really, right now, did he?

His other hand came up to hold Mohinder's upper arm.

Bossy, perhaps. Mohinder knew that Matt didn't mind.

There was nothing in the world more intimate than joining your body to another's other than also joining your mind to him. Lips parted and whatever sensually platonic kissing they'd been doing shifted gears slightly. Mohinder wasn't just exotic in personality, in heritage, or in gender--

He knew little things to do with his tongue that Janice, decidedly, did not.

The corners of his lips peeled upwards before he leaned away from Matt and let his hands slide down his chest. He knew by heart where those scars were. He couldn't help but smile.

"I might have thought about it a lot," he confessed, "but you're far better in person, Mstt."

Matt was smiling too, but in a more self conscious way when he looked down, shaking his head slightly. Not in disagreement so much as disbelief. His hand untangled from Mohinder's hair to come down to his shoulder, where his thumb came to touch along the line of his collar bone above the shirt.

"I'm gonna have to get used to this", he said out loud, some of that incredulous tone still in his voice. But even as he was saying it he knew that he didn't mind that. Was kind of curious and excited about it, despite the uncertainty trailing behind him.

He looked up and gave Mohinder a quick smile and then dipped his face to his shoulder, pressing still-tingling lips to where his thumb had been a moment earlier before he withdrew and let go, hands ghosting down Mohinder's arms when he stepped back.

"I uh, need to get some sleep. We're good?"

He hoped they were. It felt like they were.

So soon? Mohinder glanced at the clock and made a sort of disgruntled squeak in the back of his throat. "Oh God. Yes you do. And so do I or Molly will be waking us both up. "

For a split second, Mohinder actually thought about asking Matt to bed with him. Too soon? Hardly. They'd both just sleep. They'd both shared the same bed for a week. And yet, slow would be better. Mohinder tended to rush into absolutely everything. That would be a mistake here.

Matt needed time. And a buffering comfort zone.

That was something he could provide by backing off his natural intensity.

He took a step back to allow Matt some maneuvering room and gently took his hand. "For once, we have nothing else on than to practice and care for Molly. I'll take care of our girl in the morning. You sleep in. Good night."

He yawned into his hand but nodded. Shooting Mohinder a mild smile he said his "You too" before he disappeared into his room.

With all of that mostly figured out between them, he felt a lot calmer and sleep came easy to him. He managed to sleep through Mohinder and Molly's morning routine, something he regretted a little when he eventually got up and remembered that today was another late shift. He likely wouldn't see much of Molly at all, but then again, that'd be a good incentive to make some major progress on the case.

He got up around ten, ten thirty, and brushed his teeth and got into a pair of jeans without really realizing that Mohinder would still be home, so when he went into the kitchen with his thoughts on some cereal and spotted Mohinder by the table, he flashed him a quick grin.

"Morning. How'd you sleep?"

"Better than usual," Mohinder smiled back, letting his eyes lift from the newspaper. He rather enjoyed this more relaxed role of caregiver for the time being, a month off from any sort of responsibility would allow him to scrub down the apartment finally. He could take his time on dinners, on helping Molly with her homework. "Molly left you a note on the refrigerator."

He really did like Matt's bedhead. He didn't bother to conceal that fact this time around either and caught a few glances of him while he bent to look at the napkin Molly insisted on leaving for him.

'Matt. Mohinder made us matching sandwiches. I drew the heart in the peanut butter myself. Love Molly.

At the way Matt's face lit up, Mohinder's smile upped a few degrees in brilliance too. He waited for Matt to get his coffee and join him, however, before he folded up the paper and offered him the sports section.

"How about you? Did you sleep all right?"

Matt touched the napkin fondly, eyeing the charming writing of their girl. It took him a moment to read but yes, the way he smiled was very bright and he was still smiling when he sat down. Having chased down some yoghurt and cereal along with the cup of coffee, it was shaping up to be a great start of the day. Molly's note and Mohinder's affectionate thoughts certainly did their part.

"Yeah." He looked up, directing that smile Mohinder's way before he accepted the paper being handed to him. There was a moment of silence where he wasn't sure what, exactly, to talk about, but ultimately he didn't feel too bad. Not awkward, any rate, or at least less than he'd imagined. "Good thing, too. We're gonna try to round up some of the punks today ... it could get pretty late. You, uh, don't have to wait up."

It was the kind of thing he'd used to tell Janice, but after a while that line had become a mark of some kind of contempt. It wasn't like that when he offered it now. Had a different quality to it and a different inflection in his voice, and he watched Mohinder's face for a response as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Mm," Mohinder said, tilting his head to the side as he watched Matt out of the corner of his gaze. "Have to is not the same as wanting to," he responded smoothly. Molly would be asleep. He could see to it that Matt had a proper meal...

And they could have a little bit of time to themselves. Half an hour together was better than half an hour of being uncomfortable and then yelling before tentatively making out. Right? They could get right to the making out!

Yes, still thinking about it.

Matt actually burst out laughing, and he set down the coffee cup to lean his head into a hand, amused brown eyes on Mohinder's face. "Right", he said, and added as if Mohinder didn't already know, "I can hear you, you know."

Not that he was opposed to the idea. Not really. If he was hedging the topic a little it was mostly cause he wasn't sure about the redefinition of their relationship, and Matt had never been all that good in moving in the shades between categories - but he found that it didn't bother him that much, in the end.

In fact he said, casually, eyes on the cereal he was pouring into the bowl, "Besides, I won't leave for another hour and a half."

"You think you can heard me at least." A tease, just a tease. And Mohinder, in love, actualized love, is a rather silly creature indeed.

A glance to the watch on his wrist to dutifully note the time exactly leaves Mohinder with a single arched eyebrow that may well make Matt either put the spoon down or hurt up with his breakfast. How long did it take a man to eat? Five minutes? And get dressed? Twenty minutes? Five minutes for the bathroom break that surely will need to happen--

Not bad. That gave them an hour.

"I'll be in my room." Which probably seemed a little fast-- Mohinder wasn't thinking about anything below the belt, however, so Matt could at least rest easily there.

A little, maybe, but Matt was used to Mohinder in many ways. He often tried for precision and efficiency. They weren't that different in that respect, just they often had different angles for tackling problems or situations, not to mention different priorities half the time. Mohinder was, frequently, rather blunt. But right now it was likely to work in his favor what with Matt still skirting the situation a little.

Matt could take a hint, though. No problem. He ate quickly enough but didn't finish all of his coffee, instead left it on the table when he went to Mohinder's room only a minute or two later.

"We really should get beds", he declared after briefly knocking on the door frame to announce his presence. As if that was really needed. He knew Mohinder was paying attention to where he was.

The reason for that remark was the sight of the room - still bare, and the mattress seeming rather lonely on the floor. But Mohinder was on it, so there was that. He felt a bit like he was back in high school when he sat down, leant back on his arms and looked over at the other man.

"Mattresses on the floor are rather chic," Mohinder replied with a laugh. "Brooklyn has an influx of... Wait, I know the term." He moved to kneel beside Matt, actually his height and no longer having to look up to smile into his eyes. "Hipsters! Seems a bit their style."

His fingers found the curve of one shoulder and almost like an octopus, Mohinder slipped just a little closer to Matt. Initiating intimacy had never been one of Mohinder's problems and the addition of his nose against Matt's ear likely confirmed that.

"At least it's comfortable," he purred. Yes, purred. To call that breathy whisper anything else would do it a disservice. "And better than a sofa."

"Hm", Matt agreed, distracted; he was shivering slightly at the whisper, both because of its tone but also the proximity, Mohinder's breath close to his ear. He started to lean his head into his shoulder to sort of get away from that, all rather instinctively, but seemed to regret part of that movement halfway through and when his eyes landed on Mohinder's mouth, he followed the motion in such a way that he pressed his lips to the other man's, instead.

It was easy with him so close. It was even easier since he'd left no room for misinterpretation, what with his sidling close and the suggestive tone. So Matt kissed him and brought a hand up to his cheek, fingertips close to his ear and thumb touching his jaw, angling his head and opening his mouth. Different from the night before that had been more about establishing the new ground, this was more about exploring it.

Definitely felt like high school.

It wasn't a bad thing.

Using the weight of his body for a counterbalance, Mohinder drew Matt down against him, a bent knee pressing against the outer part of the detective's thigh. It wasn't his intention to get him hot and bothered before work, he just wanted to be comfortable. He wanted to feel the larger man against him, to be reminded that they're together on this one. Dark fingers stroked around one pale ear before getting lost in Matt's uncombed (but still fantastically thick and lovely) hair.

This wasn't like any school experience that Mohinder remembered, but he liked it just the same, sharing smiles and kisses as the minutes worked against them. He wasn't too pushy for more, doing his very best to remind himself that, for Matt, this sort of thing was new in two very important ways.

Not only had he never been with a man, but he'd not been with anyone since high school. That's over a decade. Nearing two.

Learning someone else was just part of the process, gender aside!

That didn't mean that Mohinder didn't thoroughly enjoy himself and, perhaps, teach Matt a thing or two with his tongue that he might have never known about. India, after all, did write the official book of love, didn't it?

That was the thing - learning someone else hadn't been a frequent occurence in Matt's life. He'd been married to Janice for eleven years and knew her like the back of his hand, or at least he thought he had, at one point. Mohinder was all new, all angles and brilliance and dazzling smile and dark skin.

But Matt was a fast learner. Keeping his mind in tune to Mohinder's he was happy to comply to whatever wish or command or urge that touched his thoughts and when Mohinder responded favorably, Matt grew more confident and with that more decisive. Calling it a dominant side wouldn't be at all right in this situation, but Matt would always have a possessive streak to go along with his protective instincts and that reflected in the way he moved and touched the other man. There was an underlying boldness there.

And Mohinder's own behavior, his little tricks, they surprised him even though he'd figure later on that he should have expected them. It wasn't that Mohinder knew them to begin with - look at the man, honestly - but the fact that Matt had never quite been kissed like that. Janice was a different story altogether and prior to that there'd been one or two timid girlfriends who'd known about as little as he had at the time.

He liked it, he decided, and pulled Mohinder closer. Embraced the differences now when they were surrounding him almost literally when he found that somewhere down the line he'd moved his hands to Mohinder's hips. He moved his mouth down his jaw, practically nuzzling at his neck, the soft murmur ghosting across his skin, "what time is it?"

Time-- Why did time matter? They were having a lovely time here, all mostly over clothing touching and exploring and breaking in the new mattress without a frame to support it. In all honesty, Mohinder had very little recognition that time had passed at all. His mind, along with everything else, was just a little preoccupied in the most pleasant of ways. Though they'd not even made it past first base, not that Mohinder used Baseball euphemisms to describe parts of his sex life, this had been so extremely intimate.

Being with Matt, with a telepath, was a unique experience. One that left him buzzing now that the voice that sounded gravelly even in his head once more touched his ears.

Time. Turning his head, and trying not to dislodge the detective, Mohinder scowled at the solid red light that denoted that Matt had about twenty minutes to get to the precinct. Which meant--

"You probably ought to have left five minutes ago," he said, blinking, and pushed Matt off of him to shoo the larger man along.

Matt groaned and rolled his eyes, but braced himself on his arms, stood and more or less immediately disappeared into his own room. He'd neglected to actually get dressed for work, which might have been a good thing if there'd been more clothes-rumpling going on than there had been, but now mostly meant he had to rush.

He was pretty damn good at that though and made short work of stepping out of his jeans and into his suit, quickly double-checking his gun and badge before he stepped back into the kitchen again, shooting Mohinder a look. "Next time, I'm setting an alarm", he announced. Teasing, judging from the way he smiled and his gaze hit the floor momentarily as he considered that.

Cause yeah. They were likely to keep doing that kind of thing, weren't they?

He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and went up to quickly kiss Mohinder goodbye before he went into the hall.

"Tell Molly goodnight for me, okay? If we get this wrapped up tonight we're mostly looking at paperwork for the next few days. I could take some of that home."

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<3 Missed you!!!

missed you more! welcome back <3

It's so good to be back.

I imagine, it sounded like such a hassle. /pets